diddy crop

[Chorus]

I crop a nigga out like Diddy

Ballin', and one

He text me, "I'm in your city"

I said, "Have fun"

He not shit but he real pretty

So I act dumb

He tryna go 50/50

But fuck fractions

[Verse 1]

He sending me messages

He tryna bless a bitch

He saying I'm heaven-sent

I got him on 10 and shit

I told him I'm celibate

He said I ain't selling it

I mean he ain't buyin' it

Now he tryna buy me shit

[Chorus]

I crop a nigga out like Diddy

Ballin', and one

He text me, "I'm in your city"

I said, "Have fun"

He not shit but he real pretty

So I act dumb

He tryna go 50/50

But fuck fractions

[Verse 2]

I don't need it

You can keep it

I don't read it

I dеlete it

He try and bеat it

I'm like beat it

And I mean it

Now he feenin'

I smell like money so imagine how I taste

He can't tell what's prettier my music or my face

[Chorus]

I crop a nigga out like Diddy

Ballin', and one

He text me, "I'm in your city"

I said, "Have fun"

He not shit but he real pretty

So I act dumb

He tryna go 50/50

But fuck fractions

I crop a nigga out like Diddy

Ballin', and one

He text me, "I'm in your city"

I said, "Have fun"

He not shit but he real pretty

So I act dumb

He tryna go 50/50

But fuck fractions